Gambolling along as ewe do, happy and carefree.
Ewe’d do it all over again, in the greening esprit.
Gambolling in full wool, unaware of morrow’s snip.
Ewe see only what is in fashion, not the future clip.
Gambolling with the Shepherd’s crook, behaving baa-dly.
Ewe do you, follow the sheepish crowd gladly.
Gambolling off a cliff, unless the one snatched from...
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